! To William Carlos Williams, Sorta

I would talk to you of shadows cast by street lights; but not so much in words rather, take a walk with you, say, this is a street I know well, may we walk together? not to influence or be insistent, but rather, see this, and this, so let’s pause a while here, perhaps just for a comma, or a space, or the setting out upon the page, a walk together, a poem as a guiding of the reader in the experience of the poem I’d like to share, not as insistence but rather see it as loving care as one would unwrap some treasured heirloom from its silk wrapping – this I care for, you should know and perhaps, as we walk together through the experience of the poem there’ll grow, a friendly trust of imagination shared; and like old friends, we can then talk of anything, of everything.